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Siege of the Spirit
@siegeofthespirit.bsky.social
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Wrestling bipolar disorder through music and writing. And horses.
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heathenking.bsky.social
#WIPSnips #Writesky #WritingCommunity
That's what this takes, full dedication. Because I have to get it out of me, like trying to expel poison from my blood. It's somewhere inside, it's the feeling somewhere inside, and the only thing that makes it subside is putting the paint to the canvas.
The air from the mask tastes stale, the taste of aluminum. If I take the mask off, I'm endangered. It takes a lot of energy to move from the bedroom to the studio, to haul that fucking tank behind me all the way, but I manage to do it every day. And I'll keep doing it until the end of me. That's what this takes, full dedication. Because I have to get it out of me, like trying to expel poison from my blood. It's somewhere inside, it's the feeling somewhere inside, and the only thing that makes it subside is putting the paint to the canvas.
November 29, 2025 at 1:21 PM
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kaylee-scott.bsky.social
Today’s #wipsnips word is “dedicate”. #writingcommunity #writingprompts #writersky #writesky #amwriting
I wondered if Christine had been mentally preparing for that day, or worse, for a while, and I suddenly felt an enormous surge of respect and admiration for her. It was difficult enough for me, the feeling of suffocating, of drowning, and trying so hard to come up for air but being held down by some invisible force. I couldn’t even begin to comprehend how much worse it must feel for Christine. How any mother could watch her child, her first born, in this downward spiral to rock bottom, furiously trying to hand him a parachute but never succeeding, him actively pushing the parachute away. I couldn’t find a way to wrap my mind around the idea of watching someone you dedicated your life to protecting doing everything they could to destroy that life while simultaneously hating you for trying to save it, hating you for loving him. I tried to imagine what it was like to watch your child (redacted) and Christine suddenly became superwoman in my eyes.
November 29, 2025 at 2:18 PM
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lynnpeyo.bsky.social
#Whistpr #Murmuration
#Vss365 #matters
#WipSnips #dedicate
#poetry

Hello fellow poets 🐉
Hope you’re having a day filled with inspirations. Here’s my piece for today.
The murmurations of sensations rushing through my nervous system bursting, to my exasperation from the pores of my skin dedicated to shattering the resolve within my eyes flutter my heart stutters all those matters that I’ve been trying so hard to hide flushed into the open with one single stride You placed yourself in my back, breath in my neck, hand at my throat and and you know as well as I that this is what they call ‘in check’ I don’t dare breathe I cannot move all that I do — entirely up to you “Get out of my dreams,” I say you laugh “Oh you know that I will stay.”
November 29, 2025 at 3:37 PM
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siegeofthespirit.bsky.social
The deconstruction of a mind

From Siege of the Spirit

#WIPSnips #dedication #fantasy #darkfantasy #WriteSky #WritingCommunity
MU'ATEM He knew it was his dissolving self-control that taunted him, barriers of self-protection falling from his psyche like a crumbling fortress, but there was no stopping the collapse, or its effect. Memories flooded him: his childhood DEDICATION ceremony and Frasca, a filly, nipping at his shirt; Lara laughing, her hair flashing in the sun; Teryl at the harpstrings; emeralds and blood; a flaming felara and villages burning; Drisal's lips against his forehead; and then the memories turned into something else. The harpstrings sliced Teryl's fingers off. The fires advanced until the whole Forest was immolated and shaped like his own body consumed within and without by dru'ach, and there was soon no telling what was a memory and what was a corruption in his mind. Siege of the Spirit
November 29, 2025 at 4:03 PM
siegeofthespirit.bsky.social
And people are used to it! 😂
#humor #humorsky #introverts #writingcommunity #bipolar
November 27, 2025 at 2:36 AM
siegeofthespirit.bsky.social
Aah some nice cool water to lay in! This is our tripaw fur baby, Aspen!
#wednesdaywags #traildog #dog #tripoddog #tripawdog #dogsky
Black dog with white cheeks and muzzle lying in very shallow water with tiny green plants and tall wetland grasses around her. She has pointy ears and is panting.
November 27, 2025 at 2:32 AM
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acturek.bsky.social
Two brothers—one accursed, one gifted—struggle with the Power of an empathic bond unseen for centuries. As Rushak seeks to escape his curse, Drisal must wield it as evil arises to threaten the world. But the prophesied Power can return only once, and the Shining One is … somebody else. #WIPPIT #F #A
Image: Mood board for Brother’s Keeper WIP: A block of seven images around a central one. Central image: white text on brown background that reads: “Born to be sacrificed: Drowned, shed, burnt and buried, a sin offering for his people. Had he been, all would be free. But he had not, and they weren't. He could never forget it. Brother’s Keeper (working title) A.C. Turek Surrounding images clockwise from center left: column of bonfire, running gray horse, green water, a hand holding a quartz crystal, a view looking up immense tree trunks, a waterfall, a view looking down on a vibrant green forest.
November 23, 2025 at 7:02 AM
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scottishinsider.org
🪬🧿 Coffee this way --> I hope you all have lovely week :)

#fox #wolf #coffee #cartoon #wander #lost #signpost #illustration #whimsical #adventure #alttext
A cartoon drawing depicts a black fox or wolf sitting under a tree, next to a wooden signpost. The fox is holding a paper coffee cup. The signpost has two signs; the top one reads, "NOT ALL WHO WONDER ARE LOST." with an arrow pointing to the right. The bottom sign reads, "SOME ARE LOOKING FOR COFFEE." with an arrow also pointing to the right. The background shows trees and hills under a blue sky with white clouds.
November 24, 2025 at 10:34 AM
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robsica.bsky.social
"Nietzsche can regard some suffering – even profoundly undesired and passively endured trauma – such as becoming paralyzed, being sexually assaulted, experiencing repeated bipolar episodes – as good features in an individual's life"
Nietzsche's perspectives on suffering
Suffering figures in a number of related and sometimes overlapping themes throughout Nietzsche's works, from The Birth of Tragedy to the works of his last productive year: representing suffering ar...
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November 23, 2025 at 9:56 PM
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charlyannd.bsky.social
My #decision to no longer #travel
old age & #aching bones
no #windy wait on planes running late
#global struggles keep me at home
be wanderlust peaked
now #achievable
friggin technology
most unbelievable
a world to share
from our lazy boy chairs

#2wordprompt
#emoetry
#Whistpr
#WIPSnips
#vss365
November 23, 2025 at 3:48 PM
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septimusbrown.com
true story
a sparkly knight sitting in the grass: "I am so sick of not being somewhere magical"
November 23, 2025 at 4:21 PM
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acturek.bsky.social
#WIPSnips #fantasy #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #crystal

Trouble with the Work; the try failed. This crystal is more difficult to awaken than they’d hoped.
POV: Drisal.

- Brother’s Keeper, book one of my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power.
"It either works or it doesn't. Let me see." He settled a tremorous hand on Drisal's shoulder, gently as a bird alighting. All that had come before remained, and the cauldron expanded. Drisal reeled in the stew. His heart raced, that heat trickled in. There was no help for his tears, no help for the livid anguish swirling around and filling him. This, this was real. This was right. And much sooner than it seemed, he felt that which gave meaning to it all, which was the meaning of it all. Love, such love amid the grief, entwining with the rest. The light in the room brightened; the CRYSTAL flashed with a promise of golden hues as Rushak finished his assessment. The illusion faded with his words the instant he took his hand away. "Let's get it done. It must be what it must be." Brother's Keeper A.C. Turek
November 22, 2025 at 12:51 PM
siegeofthespirit.bsky.social
Good morning! Looking up along the trunk of a tall juniper snag, its barren crown splayed against the sky. #SundaySnag #snag #forest #tree #Colorado #Sunday #morning
Looking up along the trunk of a tall juniper snag, its barren crown splayed against the sky. The tops of other, living juniper trees surround it in the blue sky. At the base is a shadowy, cave-shaped hole in the trunk.
November 23, 2025 at 2:38 PM
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siegeofthespirit.bsky.social
When your best isn’t good enough for them.

- From Siege of the Spirit

#WIPSnips #crystal #fantasy #darkfantasy #WriteSky #WritingCommunity
“Lord Shelwon, please," Cerel implored. “You must've shared in the power that raised those beautiful, mighty CRYSTALs. You can tell them. Tell them it wasn't evil that stopped the Corruption.” Siege of the Spirit
November 23, 2025 at 12:09 AM
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arachnereid.bsky.social
mindful self reflection emotional regulation with #WIPsnips
#direction
#mindfulness
#masking
Niwa knew firsthand the duality of intense emotions, and the boomerang impacts of masking disquiet. Tristan displayed a perpetual calm and a giving nature. But nature always sought balance, often tipping too far in one direction or another before overcorrecting to the other side.
November 21, 2025 at 3:07 PM
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gettoknownature.bsky.social
A slightly ruffled Red-shouldered Hawk in the neighborhood. The crows were displeased.

#birds 🌿
A brown and reddish hawk stands in a bare tree, its feathers a bit floofed up.
November 21, 2025 at 3:27 AM
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rayhourigan.bsky.social
Blessed to have options,
So many in this world do
Not, I'm still standing.
#vss365 #options #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
November 19, 2025 at 9:11 AM
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fliddais.bsky.social
Wrapped in darkness
I find my peace
Alone but not lonely
With the dead I weep
The winds tear my skin
But I do not bleed
Wrapped in darkness
With nothing left of me

#SenseWrds 147 #poetry #prompt #writingcommunity
November 20, 2025 at 11:46 PM
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markpaleo.bsky.social
I had my first experience with panic when I was about 13. Most times, when I was at church, I’d kill time by staring at the Thomason sisters or counting yawns. On that particular Sunday, the sermon was especially fiery; Heaven, Hell, and the Place Between. I have to admit. I was affected. #WIPSnips
November 20, 2025 at 2:25 PM
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acturek.bsky.social
#WIPSnips vibes: retrograde #fantasy #WritingCommunity #WriteSky

Rushak in Retrograde

Trapped in another plane. Some experimental shit, 😳 but I think it evokes today’s word.

- Brother’s Keeper, book one of my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power.
Bared to a wind so cold his father's crying still colder and they are real, his fate and his soul-name laid on him in that wind, shrieking over the bottomless drop: the abyss of his father's despair so cold that it burns; and now he burns red, his body a furnace of agony with no hope. The heat of compression, of being squeezed from the womb; the heat of blood and the sting of a hand larger than hiswhole back. White flame scours his lungs—the air— Doom! A cold nipple he does not want. Born again, young again, all meaning in Drie, the voice that sings with love, the hands that feed himcomfort. Drie's arms encircle him; his calming heartbeat cools his fears and then she comes with her apricot smell and her fire-colored hair. And now he burns. Like the red flicker feathers he stole from Cerel to hide in Drie's bed, he burns, in horrible flashes like late summer lightning. When it eases, if it eases, he will die, if it will stop. Let it stop. Brother's Keeper A.C. Turek
November 18, 2025 at 12:58 PM
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acturek.bsky.social
Another clip along on yesterday’s scenic #trailride! Hope you enjoy the view! Zil is very sure-footed, conditioned, and experienced on these mountain trails. You can see her ear cock toward the edge and minding her surroundings.
#trailhorse #arabianhorse #trail #forest #nationalforest #HorseSky
November 16, 2025 at 5:53 PM
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acturek.bsky.social
Happy Mare-y Monday!
#MareMonday #Monday #HorseSky #arabianhorse #mare
Zil is less than thrilled. A grumpy bay Arab mare with her face in the camera and her ears laid back. She has a snip and a big star.
November 17, 2025 at 3:21 PM
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siegeofthespirit.bsky.social
To face the appalling with dignity.

From Siege of the Spirit

#WIPSnips #run #fantasy #darkfantasy #WriteSky #WritingCommunity
He pictured himself RUNning to her, grabbing her hand and falling sobbing and begging in the mud at her feet. "Please, my Lady. I'll stay with you. I'll do anything you ask. Spare me this one thing." Instead he found himself standing tall, the dead farmers at his feet, watching the black-robed sorceress ripple away from him. There were no words on his lips, the mud on his face was not from her boots, and his sword hung unbloodied in its scabbard. Siege of the Spirit
November 16, 2025 at 1:13 PM
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loveree.bsky.social
50 years ago, I said things and made jokes about 2 very marginalized groups with no malice but pretty matter-of-factly that were wrong and hurtful. I just did not know any better. I never thought to question my actions. I am ashamed every time I think of it (definitely as I write this message.) 1/3
November 1, 2025 at 1:13 AM
siegeofthespirit.bsky.social
these moments are hell
My wish for you is that you are secure in the knowledge that you are valuable, no matter how you feel. Have a wonderful day.
#bipolar #writing #mentalillness
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these moments are hell
Folk don’t want the messy truth. Not that I have seen, at least not my messy truth. They want uplifting tales of hope, poignant tales of sorrow, struggle and overcoming into victory and joy that ca…
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November 16, 2025 at 8:17 PM